Archives for March 7, 2012

Grandpa Tubaugh’s Potato Soup (Without The Ashes.)

This family recipe of mine has appeared in a couple of cookbooks and given space in our local paper.

It was called this, because my mother’s father, A.J. Tubaugh would make this soup for his family,

and she could remember the ashes from his pipe gently floating downward into the cauldron.

Throughout the years, this is the meal our family would enjoy on Christmas Eve.  A tradition.

The recipe is even better if made the day before, allowing all the flavors to come together.  It will thicken overnight,

but will thin out when heated. You want it to be rather thick, but  if it’s too thick, you can always add a little more chicken broth.

Before serving, taste and adjust seasonings accordingly.

Leftover soup (if there is any) makes a delicious clam chowder.  Just add 1 can minced clams including broth, for every cup of soup.

INGREDIENTS:

Approximately 5 lbs. red potatoes, peeled and diced.

4 C Chicken broth

1 onion, peeled, small dice

6 stalks celeery, strings off and diced

1 carrot, finely minced

6 slices bacon, diced and cooked

4 T bacon drippings

6 C Half and Half

1 stick unsalted butter (O.K.—YOU CAN BEGIN YOUR DIET TOMORROW!)

1  4 oz., jar pimientos, drained and minced

2 or 3 T fresh minced dill weed

Salt and freshly ground pepper.

1 lb. Longhorn/style cheese, grated

TECHNIQUE:

In a large pot, put the diced potatoes and broth, and cook until potatoes are just tender.

With a potato masher,partially mash the potatoes with the liquid, leaving some very small lumps, so it’s not completely smooth.

In a skillet, sweat the onions, carrots and celery in the butter until soft.

Add the bacon, pimientos and sweated vegetables to the potatoes and broth.

Stir in the half and half and season liberally with salt and pepper to taste.

Remember-anything with potatoes really needs a liberal amount of salt.

Add the dill weed, and heat through.

In warmed bowls, place a generous amount of the cheese in the bottom of each bowl.

Ladle in the potato soup and sprinkle with more dill over the top.

NOW, YOU CAN BEGIN THAT DIET!

Fashionista’s Agony

RED SHOES, WHITE SHOES, BROWNS AND BLUES

GOD, THERE ARE SO MANY HUES!

LEATHER, PLASTIC, FABRIC TOO.

STITCHED AND MOLDED, ASSEMBLED WITH GLUE.

SLIP-ON, VELCROED, BUTTONED AND TIED

ALL THESE AND MANY MORE HAVE BEEN TRIED.

STACK-HEELED, HIGH HEELED, HARD RUBBER SOLED.

MANY BRAND NEW, BUT OTHERS QUITE OLD.

STILLETOS, TOE SHOES, GOING TO AND FRO SHOES

BOW SHOES, LOW SHOES, “LOOK AT ME IN MY ‘HO’ SHOES.”

GOLD, BRONZE, SILVER, STRIPED AND STIPPLED

ALL THIS FASHION HAS LEFT ME CRIPPLED.

CROOKED LITTLE TOES AND BLACKENED NAILS–

DO I STILL LOOK SEXY TO YOU MALES?

WITH ALL THIS PAIN, HOW CAN I EXIST?

PLEASE!  SOMEONE FIND ME A PODIATRIST.

ANESTHETIZED, THEN TENDONS SEVERED

PINS IN DIGITS WITH PILLOWS LEVERED.

DISCOMFORT ABOUNDS FOR MONTHS ON END…

THEN PINS REMOVED SO TOES CAN BEND.

SOCKS WITH HOLES AND MOON BOOTS WORN

ALL OF THIS AND THEN–NEW FEET ARE BORN.

AND NOW, WITH NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

AGAIN I TRY ON ALL THOSE SHOES.

I SQUEEZE, I WHEEZE, BUT THERE’S NO KEY

TO END THIS FOOTWEAR AGONY.

I’M MAKING A STATEMENT.  TO ALL I DECLARE:

“‘TIL KINGDOM COME, MY FEET WILL GO BARE!”

                                                                                                                    Jan Chapman

                                                                                                                    February, 2007